Random whatsit encore

Quote of the day: Heat, ma'am! it was so dreadful here, that I found there was nothing left for it but to take off my flesh and sit in my bones. (Lady Holland's Memoir, Sydney Smith)

In the mood to write something, anything, but don't know what. Still don't know if there will be class. Don't know if I checked on Friday or not. It's a fidgety, annoying, boring sort of time. Will there be class? Won't there be class?

( Randomness, jackalopes and their spawn... )